> "Or Kat's," Ales said to Derek once in the car. "I think she might have > them both beat." > > They dropped off Philip and headed back to the house. > > "I swear sometimes the man is psychic." Derek said a few moments later, > holding his shirt sleeve and rummaging through his jewelry box for that > missing left cuff. Or was it such a habit by now that his friends > automatically knew. > > He stuck his head out the bedroom door and called out to Alex "You'll never > guess what it is I can't find..." > > And time was counting down. > > "Damn." he whispered to himself and went back to looking. If he missed this > wedding, with the way he felt about the both of them, he would never forgive > himself. It was like his own son was getting married and here he was unable > to find a blasted cuff. > > Without ceremony he dumped the box over and instantly spotted the annoying > bugger "Ah, there you are. I should dump more often." > > He finished with the cuff and picked up his jacket, exiting the bedroom > "Ready!" > Alex had just finished putting on the final touches of her make up and exited her room in a stunning, yet simple blue sleeveless dress. "Yes, are you," she asked in amusement. "I see you found hte missing cufflink. You know you really should start keeping them in those cute little white boxes they come in. Though, I don't suppose that would help much when you take off one in your study and the other in your room.' Something he was prone to doing, and usually the reason he could never find two at once. "Or we could just cut off one arm, I suppose," she teased as she walked down stairs beside him. Alex
